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Authors: Randi Alexander

Double Her Pleasure

Double Her Temptation

by

Randi Alexander

“DOUBLE HER TEMPTATION”
Double Seduction Series, Book 3
Copyright © 2014 Randi Alexander

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Edited by E Felder

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Cover Art by Diana
Carlisle

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A Note from the Author

This is the third book in the Double Seduction Series. It’s
the continuation of the story of Megan, Trey, and Garret from Book 1, Double
Her Fantasy, and Book 2, Double Her Pleasure. While this book is a story that
can be read prior to reading the first and second book, the author recommends
reading Double Her Fantasy and Double Her Pleasure first. Please check my
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Thank you!
Randi

Chapter One

Megan Shore couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be than
right here, riding between her two men on the front seat of the ranch’s pickup
truck. It would be perfect if they weren’t heading toward the last place she’d
ever imagined going.

Behind the wheel, her cowboy, Trey McGatlin, pulled the
truck out of the ranch house’s driveway and onto the road. On her right, Trey’s
brother, Garret McGatlin, bumped her bare shoulder. “It’s not gonna be that
bad.” His smile didn’t reach his blue eyes, and he ran a hand through his wavy
blond hair. He slid his dark sunglasses on against the midday sun.

“Not bad for you. They can’t kill you.” She unknotted her
hands from their death link in her lap and smoothed the wrinkles she’d made in
her tan linen skirt. “They could easily kill me and hide the body where no one
would ever find it.”

Trey laughed and rubbed her leg. Beneath his white straw
cowboy hat, his dark blue eyes sparkled. “You’ve met our parents. They’re good
people.” He steered the big white truck over the bridge leading to the section
where the ranch buildings sat. Barns, sheds, huts, bunkhouses. All the
important features of a western Texas cattle ranch.

“Once they hear what you have to tell them...” She glanced
at herself in the rearview mirror. Her green eyes were wide. Her heart beat a
little faster when she saw her own fear. Megan smoothed her long, wind-tangled
black hair, wishing she’d brought a brush. She hated to talk to Patty and
Derrick McGatlin looking like she’d just spent an hour tussling in bed with
their two sons, even though she actually had.

Did one of her men have a comb? Garret was a movie star. He
had to have one on him.

Before she could ask, he pointed out his window at a big,
square single-level building. “That’s the dining hall and rec building for the
ranch hands.”

Trey pointed out his window. “The foreman’s house and the
bunkhouse are right on the river.”

Megan leaned around him to see. “Is that a pool?” She’d been
on the ranch a few days, but hadn’t had time to see this section of the spread.
Most of her hours had been spent with Garret and Trey in the big main bedroom
of the ranch house.

Garret laid his arm across the back of the seat and rubbed
her shoulder. Her white, sleeveless blouse seemed a little overdressed compared
to the guys’ jeans and T-shirts, but she wanted to look decent when they met
with the older McGatlins. “The ranch hands live here year round. Gotta keep
them happy.”

“For some of them, this is their only home.” Trey looked at
her for a few long seconds.

She smiled. Her men were trying to take her mind off the
upcoming confrontation. She loved them for that, but she’d rather talk about
what was facing them at the guesthouse three miles downriver. Trey and Garret’s
parents were staying there while visiting from their retirement home on the
Gulf of Mexico. Megan and her guys were driving to the guesthouse now, to
reveal something Megan had believed would always be a secret.

They left the ranch buildings behind and headed down a
narrow road along the river. Mostly dry and waterless, the Silver Spur Ranch
was the opposite of her small piece of land in western Canada. She loved it
here, but the last twelve hours proved she’d brought trouble with her. She
wasn’t safe from her stalker, even thousands of miles from home.

The Clear River flowed from nearby mountains, nourishing
green vegetation along its banks. “So peaceful.” She’d do anything to be able
to feel that peace herself.

“Sweetheart.” Trey took her hand in his big, callused one.
“You’re safe. We’ve got security doubled. We’ve got the sheriff, the Texas
Rangers, and Dad on the case.” He smiled. “Just let go of some of this
tension.”

Megan looked down at the wicked grip she had on her cowboy’s
hand, and eased up a little. “Tense? What do I have to be tense about?” Could
her life get any more stressful? “Not only is a stalker after me, but my
parents are on their way to take their thirty-year-old daughter home with
them.”

Garret snorted. “I can’t wait to meet them. This is going to
be a hoot.”

She shot him a glare. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”

He shrugged and grinned. “Baby, you’ve survived on your own
since you were seventeen.” He tugged her hair. “I have no doubt you’ll be able
to survive your parents’ visit.”

Trey grunted. “Yeah, it’s just the whole mess coming at once
that’s gotta be making you jittery.”

Trey understood her so well.

Her parents had decided to fly all the way from Alaska where
they ministered to a small community, trying to convert the locals to
Christianity. She had been on her own since she graduated from high school and
drove south toward the US, intending to keep going until she found someplace
that never had snow. At the Canadian border, she didn’t have her passport, and
wound up settling there, in the Alberta territory. Funny how life had shaken
out for her.

She took a breath. “Let’s rethink this
talking-to-your-parents idea. We can wait until—”

“Uh uh.” Trey shook his head.

“We’re committed to this, Megan.” Garret removed his
sunglasses. He leaned closer, looking into her eyes. “We want to do this for
us.” He gestured to the three of them. “Having the folks backing us up, no
matter what, is going to be important right now.”

“Plus, it’s the right thing to do.” Trey turned the truck as
the road climbed upward.

On top of a rise in the land, a two-story, light-green house
sat overlooking the river below.

Megan’s stomach clenched and her lungs didn’t want to work.
How had things progressed so quickly? Just weeks ago, at a graphic novel
convention in Chicago where she was speaking on her comic book series, she’d
met the McGatlin brothers. She’d been attracted to both of them. Separately.
When they’d taken her out to dinner and offered a night with both of them...and
her in the middle...she couldn’t refuse.

Last week, when Garret had flown to Canada and picked her up
in his private plane, she’d been ecstatic to see him and, ultimately, Trey,
when they landed here in Texas. For days, things had been idyllic. Then her
stalker appeared all the way from Canada. He’d been out of prison for two
years, and after having no contact with her since his incarceration, he’d found
her here. Then Garret and Trey’s parents arrived, wondering which of their sons
Megan was visiting.

Then Inez, the guys’ housekeeper, took a call from Megan’s
parents in Alaska, telling them all about the stalker, and giving them
directions to the ranch. Inez had proudly announced to Megan, Trey, and Garret
that the concerned couple was boarding the next flight from Anchorage.

Remembering to breathe, Megan cleared her mind, focusing on
what she was supposed to tell Garret and Trey’s mom and dad when they
questioned her about her intentions toward their sons. Both sons.

“Oh jeez.” She whispered it, but Garret nudged her shoulder.

Trey swung into the driveway next to his parents’ red
pickup, and shut off the truck. Dead silence surrounded them and Megan could
hear her heart beating.

“Let’s get this over with quick.” Garret opened his door,
letting in a hot blast of dry air. He held out his hand. “C’mon.” His smile
reassured her.

Trey nudged her with his shoulder. “Trust us, Megan.” Her
cowboy winked.

Taking a deep breath, she reached for Garret and let him
help her down from the truck. Her knees wobbled a little when she saw their
mother, Patty McGatlin, at the kitchen window waving them in. Her unwrinkled
face, short blonde hair, and sparkling dark blue eyes looked so much like Trey
and Garret’s.

Trey opened the door into the modern little kitchen and
gestured for Megan to precede him.

She stepped inside as Trey and Garret’s mother padded over
barefoot, her pink-painted toenails matching her shorts and shirt. “Everything
okay?”

Megan nodded, but couldn’t find the voice to speak.

“She didn’t get away from us.” Trey pulled off his hat and
hung it on a peg beside the door. Earlier that morning, Patty had alerted her
sons that Megan was thinking of running back to Canada. The men had raced back
to the ranch house and convinced her, using all their charm and seductive
appeal, to stay.

Patty nodded and smiled at Megan. “I’m glad.” She gestured
to the pine table. “Have a seat. I’ll make some coffee.” She turned toward the
counter.

“Mom. Wait.” Garret walked to Megan’s right side. His palm
slid down her arm and he grasped her hand in his. “We want to talk to you and
Dad.”

On her left, Trey stepped close and took her other hand.
“It’s important.”

Patty’s eyes moved to Megan’s right side, then to her left.
Her lips thinned. A wrinkle formed between her brows and Patty shot her a glare
that sent a chill through Megan’s spine.

Megan’s vision chose that moment to blur.

“Your dad’s napping right now.” She turned her back on them,
poured water in the coffee maker, set the filter and grounds, and pressed the
start button. Gripping the edge of the countertop, she took a deep breath. “Why
don’t you tell me, and I’ll figure out a way to break it to him.”

Garret leaned around Megan to look at his brother. The
silent communication buzzed between them.

“We’d rather tell you both.” Trey’s voice was quiet but
firm. “Do you want us to come back when he’s awake?”

Patty shook her head and turned toward them. “No. But give
me a while to ease him awake. He’s a bear if he doesn’t get a long enough nap.”

Garret tugged Megan’s hand. “We’ll go out to the homestead
building.”

Patty nodded but didn’t move.

The three of them headed outside and around the back of the
garage. A metal pole building stood near the drop-off to the river. “Don’t tell
me the early 1900s settler McGatlins were able to forge steel.” Megan’s joke
was met with silence. “Sorry. I’m just...”

Trey rubbed his hand on her back. “No, you are funny, that’s
why we keep you around.” He wagged one eyebrow at her. “And we know you’re just
trying to cut the tension.”

“We’re all on edge here, baby.” Garret still held her hand.
“It’s not something Mom and Dad are ready to hear.”

They drew closer to the metal building. The door had a
padlock on it and Trey spun the combination and opened it.

“I’m all for putting this off for a day or two. Or a week or
a month or—“

Garret took her shoulders and turned her to face him. “We’ll
be doing this today. Whatever the outcome, it’ll be okay because the truth will
be out in the open.”

Behind her, Trey set his hands on her hips. “We want you
with us, Megan.” He brushed a kiss on her neck. “This is our way of proving
that.”

Garret kissed her, his lips hot on hers, his tongue taking a
quick taste of hers before he pulled back. “This, plus the three of us spending
the rest of the day in bed.”

She smiled and Garret walked into the building and flipped
light switches. Trey squeezed her butt, gave it a pat, and guided her inside.

In the middle of the room, a small shack made of large,
square logs listed a bit to the left. The smell of old wood and dirt snuck into
her nostrils.

“Why the metal building?”

Garret pulled out his phone. “The county historical society
helped us with preservation efforts, and said if we wanted to keep the shack
standing for longer than a decade, we needed to enclose it.”

“This is amazing.” She walked around the structure, looking
into the small windows. Having this kind of family history must be thrilling.
“Can we go inside?”

“Sure.” Trey ducked as he stepped into the shack, then
turned on a light.

She followed him in but Garret thumbed through his phone.

“Our grandfather and his brother lived in Virginia. They had
family money made during the Civil War. They bought the first ten thousand
acres sight-unseen from a man who’d lost his family here and moved back east to
start over.”

“Quite a change from Virginia to western Texas.”

He cocked a brow. “Not as bad as Texas versus Canada.”

“You’re right.” She touched the rustic table. “This looks
like the same wood from your front doors.”

“Yep.” He knocked twice on the thick wood. “The story goes,
the brothers planed and carved the doors by hand at night, planning out the house
they’d build for my grandmother.”

“How long did it take before she got her house?”

“Only a few years. Their first cattle drive doubled their
investment, and they started building the cabins for the hired men first.” He
winked. “They’d been getting restless to settle down with women-folk.”

Megan winked right back. “Those women-folk had to be pretty
brave to come live way out here.”

“Most were working girls from the closest towns, or
mail-order brides from out east.”

She could almost picture life back then. Women hanging
laundry on clotheslines, chasing toddlers, and washing clothes in the river.
She didn’t remember seeing many women around the ranch this week. “I didn’t see
any cabins for married men.”

“Nope. The married hands live in town or on their own land.”
He shrugged. “A rule Granddad put into effect once the town of Clear River
started growing.”

“And the women I saw around the ranch?” She walked to a
rocking chair and ran her hand over the worn armrest.

“They’re ranch hands. They have their own section of the
bunkhouse.”

The women had looked strong and capable. Megan guessed there
wouldn’t be any panty raids occurring on the Silver Spur. “This chair is
beautiful. It’s got to be very old.”

“They brought some of the furniture with them. Mom and Dad moved
all the original pieces back in here after the pole barn was built around the
cabin.”

She was touching a piece of one hundred year-old furniture.
“Amazing.” A fancy dresser in the corner looked like it had traveled
cross-country.

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